poetry
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I will wait as dusk waits for the slow surrender of the sun,as winter aches beneath the skin for spring I will remain like earth beneath your bare feet,softly receiving every part of you,tracing the contours of your becoming withquiet, unwavering devotion I will love beyond the final breath leaving my body,only to love you…
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Aching for her sun between the sheets of morning – dreaming night will end Between the Lines © 2026
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Like the sunrise choosing the sea, the thought that lingers beneath your skin, the name your heart whispers before your lips ever do – I too, long to be chosen, again and again Between the Lines © 2026
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